We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?

The food on the table was not made from ordinary mortal food, but from the flesh and blood of spirit beasts and vegetables rich in spiritual energy, which were very beneficial for cultivation.

Jiang Qingyi then brought out a plate of water spinach and served Xiao Mo a full bowl of rice.

The master and apprentice sat facing each other, eating their meal.

Before long, a crow reached the top of Lingqian Peak, calling out as it flew: "Elder Xiao, there is a letter for you."

As it spoke, the crow dropped a letter from the sky.

Xiao Mo took it, opened it, looked at it, and then put it away.

"Master, what's in the letter?" Jiang Qingyi asked.

"It's nothing, just my betting receipt."

"Bet? Proof?" Jiang Qingyi blinked, then suddenly understood. "It's betting on the new blood competition, right? It seems like a lot of people are betting on it lately. Master, who do you think will win?"

Xiao Mo smiled and looked at his disciple with a gentle smile: "What do you think?"

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi was stunned.

"No, no, Master, how can you pin me down? I can't do it." Jiang Qingyi quickly waved her hands.

Although I said I would definitely perform well in this new blood competition for my master's sake.

But I really have no confidence in winning the championship.

“You are my apprentice, who else should I bet on if not you?” Xiao Mo smiled.

"Master, how much did you bet?" Jiang Qingyi asked nervously, looking at her master.

"Not much." Xiao Mo picked up his rice bowl and took a bite.

"That's good."

"It's only fifty high-grade spirit stones."

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi was startled and stood up abruptly. "Master, your monthly stipend is only twenty high-grade spirit stones!"

"That's true," Xiao Mo said with a smile, looking at Jiang Qingyi, "but how can my disciple be left without support?"

“But Master, this is too much.” Jiang Qingyi was already showing some of the characteristics of a housekeeper.

"It's alright, it's alright." Xiao Mo gently patted her head. "My salary for this month will come in ten days. We won't starve. But when the martial arts competition starts, I'll have to go to other places to deposit half a month's salary to support my disciple."

"Master," Jiang Qingyi's helpless voice echoed through the mountains, "we really can't gamble anymore."

As I said in Chapter 7, you can't escape.

A few days later, when Xiao Mo's salary was paid, Jiang Qingyi hugged it tightly and refused to return it to her master.

Although I am very happy that my master supports me.

But winning the championship is really too difficult.

I can't let my master waste any more money.

As for the money her master invested, Jiang Qingyi had already made up her mind.

In this new blood competition, as long as I have a breath left, I will do my best to move forward and do everything I can to get back the money my master invested!

soon.

The day of the new blood competition has arrived.

That morning, Xiao Mo led Jiang Qingyi down the mountain to the venue for the New Blood Martial Arts Tournament.

The new blood tournament was held on a small plain.

The plain was divided into sections by a series of magic circles.

Each magic circle is a dueling arena.

Jiang Qingyi drew lots and was assigned to Group A.

Jiang Qingyi's first opponent was an inner disciple of Nine Swords Peak, whose cultivation level was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Jiang Qingyi, who is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, is relatively easy to deal with.

That's exactly what happened.

In the first round of the competition, Jiang Qingyi won easily.

Xiao Mo was not surprised that Jiang Qingyi passed the first round of the competition.

Although any newly initiated disciple can participate in the New Blood Tournament.

But most people are really just "participating".

The first round is to screen out cultivators whose cultivation level is below the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Therefore, in the first round of the competition, it was basically a case of the higher level fighting against the lower level, and most people won easily.

The second round is where the real competition begins.

There are a total of 300 disciples in the second round of this year's new blood competition.

In the second round, Jiang Qingyi faced an inner disciple from the Sword Formation Hall, whose cultivation level was the same as Jiang Qingyi's, at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

As the name suggests, the disciples of the Sword Formation Hall are skilled in using sword formations.

A single longsword cannot form a sword formation, so they usually carry a large sword box containing several swords.

This competition was not easy for Jiang Qingyi.

In the end, Jiang Qingyi narrowly defeated her opponent, but also suffered some injuries.

Some of the medical practitioners stood guard nearby, treating Jiang Qingyi's injuries as soon as possible.

The new blood tournament lasts for four days.

On the second day, the new blood competition adopted a three-person team format for the competition.

All three are competitors; two will be eliminated, and one will be promoted.

After the second day of the competition, Jiang Qingyi entered the top 100 of the new blood martial arts competition.

However, during today's competition, Xiao Mo saw how much effort Qingyi was putting in, and he felt that Qingyi would only need to win one more round at most.

Tomorrow there will be a draw for two-on-one duels, as well as ring battles, three-on-three battles, and more.

The schedule is very tight, and the top sixteen need to be selected.

Those disciples who made it to the third day were no pushovers.

Xiao Mo was already thinking about how to comfort Qingyi.

"Don't worry, Qingyi, you've done a great job. Being in the top 100 of the new blood competition is already very good."

During dinner, Xiao Mo comforted Jiang Qingyi.

"No, Master!" Jiang Qingyi clasped her hands in front of her. "Master, you've staked so many spirit stones, Qingyi has to do her best, otherwise all those spirit stones will be wasted."

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Xiao Mo wanted to say something more.

But seeing the resolute look in his disciple's eyes, Xiao Mo just smiled faintly and rubbed Jiang Qingyi's head: "It wasn't a waste of time, isn't this supporting you?"

"Master, you really are something," Jiang Qingyi sighed.

Although the girl outwardly lamented her master's extravagance, she still felt a warm feeling in her heart.

In the first match of the third day's competition, Jiang Qingyi faced an inner disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Everyone thought Jiang Qingyi was destined to lose.

At the beginning, Jiang Qingyi was indeed being suppressed by that disciple, and there was basically no hope of winning.

Standing outside the arena, Xiao Mo was even ready to raise the white flag and surrender on Jiang Qingyi's behalf.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Jiang Qingyi broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

In the instant the other person was stunned.

Jiang Qingyi seized an opportunity and used the Burning Grass Style of the Grass Sword Technique!

The girl's longsword sliced ​​through the flames, turning defeat into victory.

But Jiang Qingyi had no time to be happy.

She will soon participate in the next round of the competition.

To Xiao Mo's surprise, after the third day of competition, Jiang Qingyi made it into the top sixteen!

"Master, I made it into the top sixteen!" Jiang Qingyi ran to her master's side and said happily.

The girl tiptoed, raising her fair chin, anticipating her master's praise.

"Impressive, no wonder you're my disciple." Xiao Mo reached out and gently wiped the blood from the girl's lips. "But Qingyi, let's forfeit."

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyi stared blankly at her master.

"You barely won any of your matches today; your injuries were too severe." Xiao Mo patted the girl's head. "You've already proven yourself, and your master is very satisfied."

In Xiao Mo's view, Qingyi had basically reached her limit.

Although other players in the round of 16 were also injured.

However, Qingyi's injuries were more severe than those of the others.

Moreover, the intensity will increase to a higher level tomorrow.

If anything were to happen to Qingyi, that would be disastrous.

Jiang Qingyi lowered her head, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, looking very conflicted.

But in the end, the girl raised her head, her eyes fixed firmly on Xiao Mo: "Master! This disciple is not afraid! This disciple wants to continue participating!"

All laws govern the world, the Myriad Swords Sect.

The maid Qiuye walked to the courtyard of the Wanjian Sect Master: "Sect Master, this is the list of participants for the second round of the New Blood Martial Arts Tournament. Please take a look."

The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect glanced at Qiu Ye indifferently: "No need. I trust you to handle things."

"Yes, Sect Master." Qiu Ye put away the list. "Sect Master, a disciple from Tianji City just delivered a letter. The disciple asked me to tell you that 'the City Lord has done his best and can only calculate to this extent.'"

As soon as Qiu Ye finished speaking, the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly turned his head and stared directly at Qiu Ye.

Under the sect leader's gaze, Qiu Ye's throat bobbed, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

"Trust," the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect uttered a single word.

“Here it is.” Qiuye quickly took out a letter from her bosom.

Qiuye had never seen the sect leader like this before.

The sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect flicked her finger, and the letter flew into her hand.

"The Zhou Kingdom, its capital"

Half an incense stick later, the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's eyes flickered, he exhaled deeply, and gently tossed the letter upwards. The white paper instantly turned into countless fragments, which scattered in the wind.

"Finally, I've found you."

The sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked at the starry sky and a slight smile appeared on her lips. This was the first time in three thousand years that a woman had shown a smile.

"I told you, you can't escape."

"Master."

Chapter 8 Master, I've earned back the money you bet!

"This Jiang Qingyi is amazing."

"I heard that when Jiang Qingyi was first brought to the Longquan Sword Sect by Elder Xiao, she couldn't even enter the Qi Refining Realm for several months."

"That's right. I heard that Jiang Qingyi was like a useless person, but who knew that she would suddenly have an epiphany and improve so quickly."

"Elder Xiao has a good eye indeed."

In the stands, people around Xiao Mo were talking about Jiang Qingyi.

Xiao Mo looked at Qingyi, who was receiving treatment, and felt somewhat dazed.